I saw this posted on tumblr and was gonna reblog it…but all the ppl who posted it were kind of mommy blogs…don’t think they’d like to be linked to a porn blog :o) Anyway…
So how does it work exactly??? Well for 52 weeks you save the same amount of money for which week you are on. For instance week one you save $1, week two you save $2, and so on. By the end of your 52 weeks you will have saved $1,378.00. It may not seem like a whole lot, but it is when you are not taking that much each week from your paycheck and just putting it in a jar and allowing it to add up.
Far cry from what I usually post…but I just thought this was a good idea.
well well well maybe i will be able to go to River Falls after all
Great way to save your money if you don’t know how to!
I’m determined to do this in addition to my other savings.
so!!! i promised a ton of pocecil drawings for the tag and im finally kinda done so yea herE THEY ARE
this is dedicated to my good pal liz who is actually the coolest?? person??
(also do high res please. thank u friend)
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl.
She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.